Aurobindo 82 Savitri Book 5

An appreciation on Savitri- Book Five: The Book of Love Canto Two: Satyavan Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's 'In her divine communion he had grown A foster-child of beauty and solitude, Heir to the centuries of the lonely wise, A brother of the sunshine and the sky, A wanderer communing with depth and marge. A Veda-knower of the unwritten book Perusing the mystic scripture of her forms, He had caught her hierophant significances, ' 'One with the single Spirit inhabiting all, He laid experience at the Godhead's feet; ' 'That day he had turned from his accustomed paths; ' 'At first her glance that took life's million shapes' 'Dwelt rather on the bright harmonious scene.' Ah, what a sucession of theme building Wonderful depiction, wonderful words of lines Infact all should be applauded here imperatively.. Without omission must've done line by line I regret for the hitherto missed verses Guru.. 'Wandering unwarned by the slow surface mind, The heedless scout beneath her tenting lids Admired indifferent beauty and cared not To wake her body's spirit to its king.' 'But the god touched in time her conscious soul. Her vision settled, caught and all was changed.' 'Her mind at first dwelt in ideal dreams, ' 'And saw in him the genius of the spot, A symbol figure standing mid earth's scenes, A king of life outlined in delicate air.' 'Yet this was but a moment's reverie; ' A 'moment's reverie' indeed a moment's beautiful reverie... ............My consciousness this moment, O'Guru, I'm in awe....in invincible heights Ineffable Thee embellishing poetic creation My inquisitive apprehension, erring Thee may opine May there so, let Savitri in my self arise Aroused there so be knowledge and fortune =============================================== Note: Some more inspiring, descriptive and informative lines from Book 5 Canto 2 Page 393&394 Taught by sublimities of stream and wood And voices of the sun and star and flame And chant of the magic singers on the boughs And the dumb teaching of four-footed things. Page 394 Helping with confident steps her slow great hands He leaned to her influence like a flower to rain And, like the flower and tree a natural growth, Widened with the touches of her shaping hours. It saw the green-gold of the slumbrous sward, The grasses quivering with the slow wind's tread, The branches haunted by the wild bird's call. A look, a turn decides our ill-poised fate.